New Years Eve had never been a big deal to Rebekah. Time was fluid for her, and it held little to no meaning. What did it matter if they were moving into a new year to a vampire? Either way, whether it was 2012 or 2013, she wasn't anywhere closer to dying off of old age or any other human milestone in their lives. So she didn't exactly understand the hype behind it, but still she was never one to pass up an opportunity for a party. That was how she found herself weaving through the crowded marble floors, decorations strung across the hallways and walls. Sounds of pumping music and excited chatter bounced off the walls and around her and she flashed friendly smiles and gave small waves to familiar faces as she passed through the crowd. She didn't stop for small talk, though.

Rebekah found herself back at the bar before long, signalling for another drink. While she waited she turned and found herself faced with Damon Salvatore, not really to her surprise. An eyebrow quirked up at his presence and the two exchanged a bits and pieces of their usual banter and debate of who could possibly hate the other more.

Not long after the conversation was interrupted by a loud, obnoxious chanting of a backwards countdown from ten and Rebekah couldn't stop her eyes from rolling in their sockets at the unneeded excitement. A chorus of cheers erupted around them and Rebekah shared half a second of eye-contact with the dark haired vampire before she found herself leaning up on her tiptoes, pressing her lips against his in an impulse move of carelessness. She was an Original, and it was the holidays. If she couldn't be reckless now then when?

Rebekah dropped down off of her toes and back onto the balls of her feet, grinning up at him devilishly. "I wouldn't think too much on that. Tradition and all." She looked down for a second to pick her drink up and pushed off of the bar. "Enjoy the party, Damon." She called over her shoulder as she walked away, losing herself in the crowd again, lips still tingling and bourbon stained.